Thomas Gray Quotes

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I long for the countryside. That's where I get my calm and tranquillity - from being able to come and find a spot of green.

I like, very much, nature. Since I'm always together with people, I like to retreat.

The only peace is being out of earshot.

But Portugal has a peaceful feel about it. I sit on the terrace overlooking the vineyard there and I feel cut off from the world. You need that sort of thing.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

There's something about the water - that solitary kind of peaceful feeling. You're on Earth but not quite.

There's nothing like the peace of the countryside, the quiet and the lack of distraction. It helps you to focus your mind.

People ask me where I go to get away, and I say 'Home.'

If someone said, 'Think of a happy place for you,' I'd say a glacial plane near the South Pole, the wind howling, nobody in sight, a shack with a pot-belly stove and some tea.

I would head to the countryside for peace and silence. That would be the best way, away from panicked, hysterical people.

After touring so much, I was looking for some peace. I found Morocco, and it was perfect. Everything I wanted to feel about peace, I found it there.

I love the countryside, which is where I live and feel most comfortable, and hate being surrounded by herds of people.

I suppose a lot of people don't understand that one of the things that drew me to hunting was the peace and the solitude, the mushy spiritual stuff, strangely enough. The quiet away from 75,000 roaring fans. The fans, that's very wonderful - I get a great charge from that.

I need my outdoors, my comfort.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

I would rather wake up in the middle of nowhere than in any city on earth.

He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.